[ prompto squirms like he's helping either of them by getting out of his pants. mostly, he's just worried about kneeing noct in the nose or something; he doesn't need to make it that awkward. ]
Dude. [ he huffs out a laugh that melts into a quiet moan with the pressure of noct's hands on his hips and thighs. ] Don't say it like that. It's just a, uh – it's, you know. One friend helpin' another friend out.
[ that probably sounds worse, but whatever. he's flushed and happy, and noct looks so gorgeous like that, tilting his head in a way he can meet his gaze when he looks up. prompto almost thinks about saying that out loud. yet, he just bites his tongue and lifts a hand to brush at noct's hair like he's waiting for something else to happen. and if noct gets far enough to touch him, well... he's already hard, so he doubts it would take long to get anything going. ]
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Dude. [ he huffs out a laugh that melts into a quiet moan with the pressure of noct's hands on his hips and thighs. ] Don't say it like that. It's just a, uh – it's, you know. One friend helpin' another friend out.
[ that probably sounds worse, but whatever. he's flushed and happy, and noct looks so gorgeous like that, tilting his head in a way he can meet his gaze when he looks up. prompto almost thinks about saying that out loud. yet, he just bites his tongue and lifts a hand to brush at noct's hair like he's waiting for something else to happen. and if noct gets far enough to touch him, well... he's already hard, so he doubts it would take long to get anything going. ]